07-13-2018, 04:21 PM
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Vampires. Washington heard about them. Did he believe that they existed? Of course not. Someone coming from a human life meant that he was a little stubborn to believe that all of the stuff that was being told to him. He wasn't going to allow himself to become gullible like he used to be before getting teleported to this place. He refused to be played like a joke again, and because he had been so gullible before it meant that he would probably end up having someone manipulate him to do whatever he wanted. Hence why he had the lack of trust when he was interacting with anyone that was indeed with the group. There were certain aspects of him being a human that he could figure would be hard for others to actually end up grasping. That wasn't his problem of course though, as if they didn't want to believe in aliens but wanted to believe in the likes of demons and vampires, then that was up to them. Washington refused to believe that they actually existed until he was given an example, and even then he would still probably refuse to believe that they existed.
There were of course animals that were capable of sucking blood from someone that they managed to catch, but he was pretty sure that cats weren't exactly vampires unless there had been something that happened with cats overall when it came to just cats in general. After all, this wasn't even the year that he should exist, in the year 2018. He was supposed to be in the year of the 2500's. Which was certainly several years away from where he was on now, but he was struggling with just figuring out if they could return to being human. If he just managed to find a couple gears from the ship that had blown up and teleported him here then maybe that they would have the chance. Washington had seen plenty of strange things since he had arrived in this outpost. Washington refusing to call the outpost a clan, because it just made more sense for him in military terms to call it an outpost or a base, as that was basically what it really was. There were animals that should be extinct that no longer were extinct from what he read in the textbooks that he had managed to commandeer. Ironically he was one of those species, being a smilodon that had gone extinct a long time ago. There were raptors that lived here that were more than willing to attack others that just looked at them wrong. It made no sense to Washington with everything else that was going on. They were all animals now and he was adjusting the life of said animal anyway.
Washington was used to seeing the likes of aliens that were taller than humans and had mandibles instead of actual jaws. They didn't speak English and they had been out to kill them basically since the beginning, or at least as long as he could remember when he was just a kid at the end of the day back on Earth where they lived. Now nothing really made sense, and he refused to accept it. As soon as he did, Washington knew that he would be forced to their level and that he was far from getting to that point. he wouldn't have it. He refused. Hence why he refused to take up everything that this outpost did with its members, only deciding to select what he was willing to participate in. The Freelancer had work to do after all when it came to finding more intel about the place and if there was a chance that someone they knew could be turned into an animal. During the hottest part of the day, Washington did his patrols to see if any other former humans were going to end up appearing. The Freelancer patrolled by himself, preferring to be alone rather than to walk around with someone else. He enjoyed being alone as it gave him some form of security after having been betrayed not even a month ago.
The armored smilodon was making his way around when he heard familiar voices in the distance. He was starting to get better at remembering names, which hadn't exactly been hard since remembering names in the military had basically been part of their training. Not using the right identification when addressing a commanding officer would result in punishment. The armored smilodon made his way over toward the group, not using scent to be able to find others. Instead, Washington had to rely on his hearing thanks to the helmet that he wore on his face that kept him from inhaling outside scents. His eyes landed on a white domestic cat. There seemed to be a large abundance of those. Not like Washington really cared considering that none of this really mattered as long as he got back to being human. The lion-sized animal stops a good distance away from the group, sitting off the side. He was at least five feet away from the group, as he knew that his form was fairly intimidating to those that looked at him first. Washington wasn't capable of telling which Vampires were which, and honestly, it just looked like a regular albino cat with red eyes from where he was sitting. The former human didn't say anything as he wanted to see if this was someone that he potentially knew somehow. "speech"
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